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Gb God knows what is hiding in those
Bbm weak and drunken hearts.
Ab Guess he kissed the
Eb girls and
Ab made them
Gb cry.
Those hard-faced queens of misadventure.
God knows what is hiding in
Bbm those weak and sunken lives.
Ab Fire at
Eb thrones of
Ab muted angels.
Gb Giving love but getting nothing back.
Oh people,
Bbm help the _ people.
Ab And if you're homesick, give me your hand and
Gb I'll hold it.
_ People, _
Ab Bbm help the people.
Ab Nothing will drag you
Db down.
Ebm Oh and if
Db I
Gb had a brain.
_
Ebm _
Db _ _
Gb _
Abm I'd be
Db cold as a stone,
Gb rich as a fool.
And
Ebm turn all
F those good hearts
Gb away.
_ _ God _ _ _ knows what is hiding
Bbm in this world of mental consequence.
Ab Behind the tears, inside the
Gb lies, a thousand slowly dying sons.
That's God knows what is hiding
Bbm in those weak and drunken hearts.
Ab Yes, the loneliness can be knocking.
Gb No one needs to be alone.
Oh say, people,
Bbm help the people.
And if
Ab you're homesick, give me your hand
Gb and I'll hold it.
_ People,
Ab help
Bbm the people.
Nothing
Ab will drag you
Db down.
Ebm Oh and
Db if I
Gb had a brain.
Ebm _
Db _ _
Gb.
I'd
Ebm be
Db cold as a
Gb stone, rich as
Ebm a fool.
And turn all
F those good hearts
Gb away _ _ _ _ .
Ab _
Gb _ _
Db _ _ _ _
Bbm _ .
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Db _ _ _
Ab _
Gb _ .
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Db _ _ _
Bbm _ .
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Db People,
Eb _ _ _ .
Gb _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bbm _ .
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Db _
Ab _
Db _ _ .
Gb _ _ _ _ _ _
Bbm help the people.
And if
Ab you're homesick, give me your hand and
Gb I'll hold it.
_ _ _ People,
Bbm help the people.
Ab Nothing will drag
Db you
Ebm down.
Oh _
Db _
Gb _
Ebm and
Db if I
Gb had a brain.
Ebm I'd be
Db cold as a stone,
Gb rich as a
Ebm fool.
And turn
F all those good hearts
Gb away _ _ _ _ _ .
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